I sat in the back of my uncle’s old car, arms crossed, staring out the window as the trees flew by.
I was so mad I could’ve screamed, he kept talking about how I needed protection, how this was for my own good, how I couldn’t be trusted alone...
I sat in the back of my uncle’s old car, arms crossed, staring out the window as the trees flew by.
I was so mad I could’ve screamed, he kept talking about how I needed protection, how this was for my own good, how I couldn’t be trusted alone...